Clara Meets The Parents (Clara Andrews #2) Read Online Free PDF

Kruger than Holly Valance.
    In all of today’s excitement, I have totally forgotten why we are out here - the big meet the parents. I don’t really know much about Oliver’s parents. All he has said is that his mother, Janie works at an estate agent and his father, Randy is a used car salesman. I am actually really looking forward to meeting them. I have five whole days of spa treatments and lunches booked to win over his mum and I am sure his dad will be easy enough to impress. Right now, however, my sole concern is a romantic sea front meal with my very handsome boyfriend.
    ‘Are you ready?’ I yell, poking my head into the living area, half expecting him to be snoring.
    ‘Yes, I am.’ Oliver holds open the door and ushers me out into the hallway.
    ‘I thought we could try the Martini Lounge first, is that OK?’
    ‘It most certainly is.’
     
    Two espresso Martinis and a delicious mahi mahi appetiser later, I am patiently waiting for my main course when Oliver first brings it up.
    ‘Just so you know, my mom can be a bit of a handful.’ He laughs and dips a nacho into the mound of guacamole.
    ‘What do you mean?’ I ask, trying not to give in to the nachos.
    ‘She’s just not the stereotypical, cookie cutter mom, that’s all.’ Oliver’s eyes crease into a smile and I try to not to be too concerned. ‘Don’t be worried.’
    Not quite knowing how to respond, I sip my drink quietly. The momentum of today’s activities is beginning to dawn on me and I am feeling rather sleepy.
    ‘Hola!’ Brenda, our very happy waitress presents us with our meals, along with the obligatory shot of tequila.
    As Oliver talks animatedly with the waitress, I can’t help but wonder what he meant about his mum. Not having the energy to delve into the subject right now, I decide to push it to the back of my mind. Anyway, there’s no point worrying about it now. Monster in law or not, she will be here in forty eight hours and there isn’t anything I can do about it.
    ‘To us.’ Oliver’s voice snaps me out of my daydream.
    Holding up the glittery, gold liquid, he gives me gives me a little wink and motions to my shot glass.
    ‘Haven’t we had enough tequila for one day?’ I ask, picking it up reluctantly.
    ‘We’re in Mexico! You can never have too much tequila in Mexico.’
    We happily clink our glasses together and I down it in one, spluttering as Oliver chokes at the industrial strength alcohol.
    ‘Oh, I thought you could never have too much tequila?’ I tease and tuck into my enchiladas.
    He stares at me for a moment and takes a sip of water. ‘How amazing is this?’
    ‘The enchiladas? Really amazing.’ I nod in approval and take another huge mouthful.
    ‘I’m not talking about the enchiladas.’ Oliver takes my hand in his. ‘I’m talking about this.’ He motions to the beach.
    Putting down my fork, I have a look around and for the first time that night, really take in my surroundings. Tucked away in a quiet corner of the restaurant, we are totally secluded from the rest of the guests. A tiny, flickering candle in the centre of the table provides the only light and the gentle sound of the waves lapping softly against the shore makes me feel a million miles from home. I try to take a mental photograph. In just a matter of days, this will all be a mere memory.
    ‘Pretty amazing and this is only day one. We have many more to fill with sun, sea and sand.’ Not being able to reach him over the table, I blow him a kiss and turn my attention back to my food.
    ‘Sun, sea and sand?’ Oliver’s eyes glint wickedly as he picks up his glass. ‘You sure about that last one?’

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    Subject: Madison In The City!
     
    Madison had her first taste of London today!
    She also had her first taste of Cow and Gate.
    (Gina almost got thrown out of Fairway for breastfeeding in the cocktail lounge, but I’ll fill you in on that